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Gary didn't do moderation well. For him, the pendulum swung between ALL and NOTHING. Everything exists. Everything does not exist. Gary got all hot and itchy when he pictured himself positioned in the middle of anything. The one place, however, he could entertain the thought of two truths was his dad's pea patch. Sure, Gary…
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Cate kept a trunk in the attic for her magazine collection. Faded pages were filled with articles on how to cook a good family, raise well-behaved food, and save for a split-level education. These were the pastimes Cate studied, but she lacked hand-eye coordination to juggle the lowest of priorities. She reckoned the unsteadiness came…
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Betty-Ann felt reborn as the first day of Spring snatched her up in its seductive snare. Thick, meaty winter was over, and the pressure to shed a few inches of locally grown love was palpable in the sweet air. Betty-Ann had warm weather plans which required a quicker step and a lighter touch than what…
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The noise, like howling rotor blades, increased as the sun set. Off-hours were intended for nursing pints and pulling words out of the dictionary to make them behave alongside one another. On this night, though, all plans would be put on hold. Luc tried to drive the irritation from his mind, but the uninvited guest…
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Her grandmother's heirloom string of pearls was Claudette's lifeline to perpetuity. It was difficult for her to traverse the physical plane, but the smooth connectedness that kept pearls in place provided great comfort. Existence moved in quick side steps which left Claudette dizzy and confused. Only by holding a pearl between thumb and forefinger, counting…
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Behind the locked door, Peter was uncomfortable with his nearness to the truth. He wanted to show a brave front to the world, but his hidden desires brought upon him more shame than joy. Peter knew he could wither away in his dark-paneled room waiting for the right combination of emotions to set him free.…
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The day was perfect. The sun broke through the cloud cover and evaporated morning's sour mood. Birds cooed and trilled as they collected building materials for their nurseries. Peace settled over the valley in time for the midday meal. Nature glowed in its best light, but the shadow passed over Caleb's heart as he made…
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Unsettled and restless from years of switching gears, Lonnie looked for ways to slip comfortably out of consciousness. She didn't want to stay away from the shop forever, but she did need a rest from all the wrong turns she'd taken lately. Lonnie thought she might slip into the sea and follow the humpback's migration.…
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The doilies were a connection for Imelda. She'd lost the ability to maintain ties when her girl moved away from home. Trivets and cosies, however, were Imelda's way to establish links which could be handed down from one generation to the next. She liked the notion of circles joining to form a strong bond. Imelda…
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Coffee, hot as a volcano and thick as molasses, steamed Lionel's lenses as he walked the distance between kitchen and carport. He was going to start a new project. Lionel looked over his collection of scrap lumber and sheet metal before selecting an unfinished backboard. Lionel decided it was cut out for a greater purpose…
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